#alexandria stone (oc)

[queenofglassbeliever]

@emonydeborah and @leveragedlibrarians I created a character profile for Alexandria!

Full name: Alexandria Stone.

Nicknames: Alex, Allie, "Pebbles", Andria

Relative(s): Jacob Stone (father), Athena (mother), Eve Baird ("aunt"/mother figure), Flynn Carsen ("uncle"), Ezekiel Jones ("uncle"), Jenkins ("grandfather"), Cassandra Cillian ("aunt"), Isaac Stone (grandfather), Unspecified number of paternal cousins.

Affiliation: The Library, The Librarians

Occupation: Librarian in Training, Sculptor, College student (online)

Status: Alive [Immortal]

First appearance: And the Brainchild

Portrayed by: Josephine Langford.

Alexandria Stone is the demigod daughter of Librarian, Jacob Stone, and the goddess Athena.

History

And the Spear of Athena. In the reset timeline, the Library is tethered and the Librarians have a moment of respite. Until the clipping book sends them on a quest to recover Athena's lost spear. Their success in the mission catches the eye of the goddess herself. Though it is Jake specifically who has Athena's affection.

And the Brainchild. Set between And the Steal of Fortune and And the Christmas Thief. The Librarians come into the Annex one morning to find a newborn baby girl wrapped in linen and wool in woven basket. There's a note, in Greek, addressed to Jake. The baby is a gift from Athena, concieved from her divine thoughts and Jake's ingenuity. Jake calls his new daughter Alexandria after the lost library of. After reaching physical maturity, around 20 or so, Alex became immortal.

Personality

Alexandria is a polymath with a IQ of 260. She spent most of her time in the Library, getting lost among the endless rows of bookshelves. Jake would often find Allie, sitting on top of the shelves which she used to climb up on when she was a child. She is incredibly stubborn and fearless.

Abilities

Invulnerability. Alexandria is immune to all physical harm.

Genius level intellect. The daughter of a genius and the goddess of wisdom, Andria possess a mind that far surpasses that of a mortal. As a kid, she was bullied by her school peers because of her intelligence. The bullying became so bad that she was pulled from school and was instead homeschooled in the Library.

Skilled hand-to-hand combat/Martial artist. Starting at the age of 8, Alex was trained by Jake and Eve in self-defense and later in martial arts.

Telumkinesis. As a demigodess of war, Alex possess the magical ability to adapt to using any weapon.

Ley line weaving. Imagine that ley lines are composed of billions of "threads" of magical energy. Alexandria can weave those "threads" together to cast various spells.

Enhanced Physical Prowess. She has enhanced strength, durability, and swiftness

Craftsmanship. Alexandria is a very skilled sculptor and at pottery.

Relationships

Jacob Stone. He is Alexandria's father. At the beginning, he was very unsure of his ability to be a good father. But he took it one day at a time. Jake and Allie are very close and have a loving relationship. Allie was given the nickname "Pebbles" because she "is a small Stone." She shares a lot of similarities with her father and looks very much like him. They disagree over her future at the Library. Alexandria has dreamt and prepared her entire life to be a Librarian. Jake isn't necessarily against it, but he does want her to half a normal life outside of the Library. At least for a time before she receives her letter. He wants her to go to university and have experiences.

Eve Baird. Affectionately called "Aunt Eve," she is seen as a mother figure by Alex. Aside from Jake, Eve had the biggest hand in raising Alex.

Jenkins. Considered to be Alexandria's honorary grandfather. He has been a teacher, a guide, and a friend to Alex all her life.

Flynn Carsen. Alex has always enjoyed Flynn's company and beating him at chest.

Ezekiel Jones. Though Flynn is the fun uncle, Ezekiel holds the position of favorite uncle. (Though Flynn doesn't know that, he believes he's the favorite). Alex has been Ezekiel's partner in mischief since before she could walk.

Cassandra Cillian. Their relationship had a rocky start due to Cassandra's dislike of babies. The noises and the smells were just too much for Cassandra's synesthesia. But thinks got better when Alex was around 3. Alexandria began showing strong mathematical abilities far above her age. Cassandra became a tutor of math and science. When Alexandria developed magical powers and felt that they were too much, too big, Cassandra became an understanding ear and mentor.

Athena. Alexandria's mother, whom she's never met. She has received gifts from Athena which she keeps locked in a chest at the foot of her bad.

Isaac Stone. Alex's paternal grandfather. She met him once and he insulted her father. So she threw him threw a wall. She was 15 at the time.

Gallery

[51-queer-frogs]

SPIRIT ref sheet!

Ho boy, they're done. Been doodling this for a few months now! not a ton has changed, tbh, but they're less of a rip-off now. design notes in tags!

[alexanders-pokemon-adventure]

My dreams are always strange when I sleep full of the energy of psychic types. strange visions and words always fill my mind.

Liege of Flame and shadow

Heir of seas and bastards

A sovereign without a crown

Hierophant to many gods

It waits for you so far below

A weapon ? ,monster? , a Dragon?

A single eye watching

In a place of ruined, so Long forgotten .

@alex-ishvan

[the-whispers-of-death]

something something stone has already met alexandria in the bodyswap au. something something shes the only insight into butchers "work life" outside of whatever intel kali gathered and sylvester (who himself keeps quiet about it)

something something butcher just disappears overnight, without anyone noticing. god i'd be so infuriated with sylvester and his unwillingness to talk

something something there's no trace of him anywhere in the city, hell, the country.

something something reaching out to butcher directly will be impossible, with how hes either using burner phones and numbers, or just straight up ditching the idea of having one entirely

something something alexandria probably gave stone her personal number. so he can call if anything happens

somehting something maybe stone didnt think her and butcher were "colleagues" so he calls her to tell her the news and she has the audacity to be like "fuck are you on about, he was *just* in my office"

i think shes so silly. i love alexandria

Stone totally calls her because he's desperate to know if Butcher is okay. And he has no shame in being panicked.

He'd totally feel sheepish afterwards though.

[stormydark13]

So I can’t draw. Just not one of my skills. That being said, I always see others share their young wizard OCs and I wanted to try something. So… I recreated them in Hero Forge. All 7 of them. Enjoy!

Storm Wizard: Cassandra WitchBlade

Death Wizard: Sarai WitherHeart

Life Wizard: Elizabeth Stone

Balance Wizard: Alexandria Bane

Myth Wizard: Deirdre StorySinger

Fire Wizard: Vanessa AshCaller

Ice Wizard: Willow SnowWarden

[chesters-ocs]

OC writing masterlist

Last updated: [03 / 12 / 2024]

(some works may include overlapping OCs from @the-whispers-of-death, most commonly Stone, Laila and Kali, but others may be mentioned or brought up)

X is for romance, & is for platonic interaction. Works may include more characters that the descriptions do not mention.

Indicator meanings:

☆ - fluff

◇ - angst

♡ - romance

□ - general/ambiguous/other

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♡ Dream Of Me - Sylvester x Butcher

☆ Late night crisis - Sylvester & Butcher

♡ Dealing In Kisses - Sylvester x Butcher

◇ No one's home - Mārīte

□ Loose screws - Mārīte, mentions of Sylvester x Stone, mecha au

□ A Father's Wrath - Charlie & Butcher & Vincent

□ Soulmates (1) - Sylvester & Stone, ft. Ainārs, Mārīte, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (2) - Sylvester & Stone, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (3) - Sylvester centric, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (4) - Sylvester & Stone, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (5) - Sylvester & Stone, ft. Mārīte, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (6) - Sylvester & Stone, ft. Kali, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (7) - Sylvester & Stone, ft Kali, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (8) - Butcher, Mārīte, Sammy, Stone, Kali, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (9) - Butcher & Kali, Sammy, Mārīte, soulmate au

□◇ Soulmates (10) - Sylvester & Butcher & Stone, ft Mārīte, Sammy, Kali, soulmate au

□ Soulmates (11) - Sylvester x Stone; Butcher & Kali, soulmate au

♡ Moving Day - Butcher x Kali

♡ Bath Time - Sylvester x Butcher

□ Unknown Husband - Butcher & Felon!Stone

□ Market Meetup - Butcher & Stone, ft. Laila

☆♡ Slow days - Butcher x Reader, coffee shop au

☆♡ Begging For Love - Butcher x Reader

□ New Dog (1)- Butcher & Charlie & Vincent & Dog Hybrid!Stone

□ New Dog (2) - Butcher & Charlie & Dog Hybrid!Stone

☆♡ Night shift - Sylvester x Reader

☆♡ Picnic date - Katie x Mārīte

□ Urban Exploring - Young!Sylvester x Young!Butcher

□ Otherworldly - Butcher & Mārīte

☆◇ Hungover Ramblings - Butcher x Kali

☆ Popcorn thief - Butcher x Sylvester, ft Mārīte and Sammy

☆ Special Treatment - Butcher & Alexandria

☆ Microwaved Pizza - Butcher x Sylvester, ft Mārīte and Sammy

□ Found in the dark - Sylvester & Reader

◇□ Unwanted Visitor - Sylvester & Līva; implied Butcher x Kali; Sylvester x Stone

☆♡ Preparing To Propose - Sylvester x Butcher x m!Reader

□◇ Left Behind - Serial Killer!Stone & High Priestess!Mārīte

□◇ A Ghost's Blood lust - Serial Killer!Mārīte centric, featuring hints of Sammy

☆♡ Fishy Surprise - Sylvester x Butcher

□◇ Familial Witness - Serial Killer!Mārīte & Sarabi

◇ Pent Up - Sylvester x Stone, ft Butcher

□ Body Swap (1) - Stone x Butcher soulmate au, ft Sylvester

□ Body swap (2) - Stone x Butcher soulmate au, ft Sylvester

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More works TBA as i write them

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EXTRA: [STARDUSTER WORLD MASTERLIST LINKED HERE] <- note: the world is 99% discontinued. no new works planned.

[fheythfully]

Do they lean more Tuliyollal or more Solution Nine?

Thank you for the ask! I'm excited to talk about this one. I'm going to answer it under a cut in case readers haven't made it that deep into MSQ yet.

(22 Dawntrail Inspired WoL/OC Questions)

Elle entirely leans more Tuliyollal than Solution Nine. There's the easy, obvious reasons for her: it's by the ocean, which she loves; it has a good variety of culinary options, especially spicy ones, which is great for a foodie like herself; there's sandy beaches and lovely cabanas to relax in and enjoy; there's bright flora everywhere, from the cracks in the pavement to growing out of the stone walls, and even at night the breeze smells sweet; and lastly, no one knows or recognizes her as the Warrior of Light, or any of her other titles. She can enjoy the city and be at ease in the anonymity granted to her.

Also, alpacas. They're adorable and she happily hires them to take her wherever she needs to go.

The more in-depth reasons as to why she prefers Tuliyollal all have to do with what she dislikes about Solution Nine, which in honesty, is everything. It's in a contained building where she can't see the sky, and the sheer size of the ninth floor alone - there's a network of air roads for flying cars, to get an idea for the scope! - unnerves her. The colors are bright and loud and there's advertisements everywhere she looks. The food has interesting new flavors, which she appreciates, but they all come in pills or liquids or little packets. It's great when you're on the go, but she misses the enjoyment of sitting down for a meal, alone or with others. The flora is all manicured perfectly into shape, color and size, which is pretty to look at at first glance but becomes uncanny when she realizes each tree and bush is identical to the one before. There's a lack of green spaces in general.

The people, while pleasant, have been contained in Everkeep for generation after generation after generation and their society has become so singularly focused on themselves that they have little care, curiosity or respect for anyone unlike themselves. While they don't know her as a hero or an idol like those in Eorzea and beyond do, they do treat her as something new and shiny that they watch and expect to do something strange so they can ooh and ahh over the new oddity in their midst.

Lastly, and the biggest point against Solution Nine for Elle, is that she absolutely abhors their culture of recycling souls. Being so intimately aware of the role souls play in the ecosystem of life and the Aetherial Sea as a whole, she is repulsed by their easy use of souls as energy sources. The casual disregard they have for the lives of other human beings outside of being a resource for their own lifespans sickens her.

She also can't fathom on an emotional or logical level being willing to forget the existence of a loved one the moment they die just to lift the burden of sorrow on yourself. How can you honor someone you love and treasure the time spent together when you forget them?

She has a difficult time dealing with anyone from Alexandria because their cultural differences stretch into the immoral and profane for her. So, Tuliyollal it is -- she can't bear to be in Solution Nine.

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU II | IN THE MEANTIME

Daryl Dixon x oc!Charlie

Summary: When Charlie is left with Judith and Carl, she makes new friends. Alexandria is under attack.

Warnings: panic attack, talking about mental health and death, language, idk if there’s more

Words: 3.898

As Charlie walked with Judith, the weight of her decision to stay in Alexandria settled heavily on her shoulders. Guilt that she wasn't helping her family was the cause of heartache. But her thoughts were interrupted as the wheels of Judith's stroller became stuck on a small stone protruding from the ground. With a frustrated sigh, Charlie tried to maneuver the stroller free, but to no avail.

Just as she was beginning to grow exasperated, a voice spoke up from behind her. "Need a hand?"

Charlie turned to find a young boy that she saw in the infirmary standing before her, a friendly smile on his face. She hesitated for a moment, her instincts urging her to be cautious, but she knew it was a big too much with a baby. So she nodded in agreement.

With practiced ease, the boy knelt down beside the stroller and deftly maneuvered it free from its predicament. As he straightened up, Charlie couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for doubting him. After all, he had only been trying to help.

"Thanks," she said, her voice tinged with gratitude.

"No worries."

As Charlie resumed her walk with Judith, she heard more footsteps next to her. Glancing to her side, she saw the same boy walking beside her, his hands shoved casually into his pockets as he matched her stride.

"Uh, can I help you with something?" she asked, her voice laced with caution, brows furrowed.

The boy shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just figured I'd keep you company," he replied casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Charlie's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why?" she pressed, her tone tinged with suspicion.

He flashed her a grin, his demeanor surprisingly relaxed. "Why not?" he countered, his tone playful. "I'm waking here alone everyday."

"And how has it been?"

"Since the beginning?" he answered. "Well...minus a week or two, I think..." he said a silence fell between them. "What's your name?"

Charlie hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she weighed her options. She didn't know this boy, didn't know anything about him or his intentions, and yet here he was, shadowing her every move like a persistent stray dog.

"It's Charlie," she replied finally, keeping her responses short and to the point.

The boy nodded, seemingly unperturbed by her curt demeanor. "Nice to meet you, Charlie," he said cheerfully, his smile widening. "I'm Andy."

"So, Andy," she said after a moment. "You've been walking alone this whole time?" she pressed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

The boy shrugged, his expression unreadable. "For the most part," he admitted, his tone casual.

"And you don't want to go out?"

"Go out? Where?" he asked and looked at her, immediately knowing what she was thinking. "Oh, you mean out."

"Yeah."

"Are you crazy?" he chuckled. "After what I saw back there? Nah, thanks. That's just...not gonna happen."

"World is different know. Peaceful," she said. "And it is waiting out there to be explored."

The boy shook his head adamantly, his expression one of staunch determination. "I'll take my chances in here, thanks," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "At least I know what to expect."

"Why?"

"I think you know it the best," he said. "And Rick knows it. Isn't it why he's out fighting for this place?"

"Your thinking is dangerous," Charlie said. "Places like this makes you comfortable and weak. You forget about the dangers, because you have walls right? You laugh the dead in the eye from the comfort of your white house. But sooner or later, it falls. It always does. So what would you do when it will?"

"Maybe you're right," he shrugged. "But I saw what is happening with you after you went out."

Charlie's brow furrowed in confusion as the realization dawned on her. The boy walking beside her, the one who had seemed so friendly and helpful, was the same one who had been watching her all along. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of it all, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.

"You've been watching me," she said quietly, her voice tinged with accusation.

"I-I didn't mean to... I wasn't trying to spy on you or cause you any harm," he stammered, his voice tinged with desperation. "I just... I wanted to make sure you were okay. I heard about your group, about what you've been through, and... I just wanted to know if you were a threat."

His words spilled out in a rush, his hands trembling as he struggled to regain his composure. He knew he had crossed a line, had betrayed Charlie's trust in the worst possible way, and now he was paying the price for his indiscretion.

"But I know you're not a threat," he said. "I know you've been struggling."

Charlie stopped. "You know shit."

"I know more than you think."

"Yes, because you've been spying on me!"

"I know about your insomnia, panic attacks..."

"Stop it," she cut him off. "What do you want."

"I want to help!"

"Help?"

"There're people here, who can help you," Andy said, gesticulating. "They helped me!"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," she mumbled.

"Just..." he sighed, trying to reach her arm, but Charlie leaned back. "Just meet me later. There's a house at the very end of that street."

"And why would I want to meet you?"

"I think we have a lot in common."

"And you know it because you've been watching me."

"I know it sounds crazy," he continued, his tone pleading. "But I've been watching you because... because I think I can help. I know things, things that might be useful to you and your group. Please, just hear me out."

Charlie regarded him with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, her brow furrowing in thought as she weighed his words. She knew she should be angry, should demand answers for his actions, but there was something in his tone, in the earnestness of his plea, that gave her pause.

"I'll think about it."

With a last look, she walked away.

Charlie smiled warmly as she approached Carl, gently lifting Judith out of the stroller and cradling her in her arms. Judith cooed softly, her chubby cheeks flushed with warmth as she snuggled closer to Charlie.

"Hey, Carl," Charlie said softly, her voice filled with affection as she handed Judith over to him. "Guess who's ready for her next meal?"

Carl's face lit up with a smile as he took Judith from Charlie, his expression one of pure joy as he gazed down at his baby sister. "Thanks, Charlie," he said gratefully, his tone filled with appreciation. "You're the best."

Charlie chuckled, a sense of warmth flooding her heart at the sight of the siblings reunited. "Just doing my part," she replied modestly, her gaze softening as she watched Carl cradle Judith in his arms.

As Carl settled in to feed Judith, Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over her. She had spent so much time looking after Judith, helping to care for her and keep her safe, and seeing her in Carl's arms now filled her with a sense of satisfaction unlike anything she had ever felt before.

"Did she sleep okay?" Carl asked, breaking the silence as he glanced up at Charlie with a curious expression.

Charlie nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Like a little angel," she replied affectionately. "She's been so good today, haven't you, Judith?"

Judith gurgled happily in response, her tiny fingers reaching out to grab onto Carl's shirt as she cooed contentedly. Carl's smile widened at the sight, a sense of pride evident in his eyes as he held his baby sister close.

"But I could do it, you know?"

"Of course," she said. "But you're a teenager, who should do what teenagers do. So?"

"So?"

"How's it going with the girl?"

Carl's smile faltered slightly at the question, his gaze flickering away as he shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, it's...not going," he replied vaguely, his voice lacking its usual confidence.

"What?"

Carl sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he ran a hand through his hair. "It's just... complicated."

"I think you're making it complicated."

"Thanks, Charlie," he said firmly. "But I'll deal with this on my own."

"Okay, Big Man," she said. "Whatever you say."

"And umm, Charlie," he said. Carl's voice became hesitant as he approached the topic. "So, uh, I talked to Gabriel earlier," he said tentatively, his eyes darting to Charlie for her reaction.

Charlie's expression darkened at the mention of Gabriel, her annoyance evident in the way her jaw clenched and her brows furrowed. She had little patience for the man who had once turned his back on their group.

"And that was your first mistake."

"He said he wants to be able to defend himself and the others," Carl answered. "I think, he understands now."

"Understands now, does he?" she muttered, her tone laced with skepticism. "After everything he's done?"

Carl shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, a sense of unease creeping into his demeanor. He knew Charlie had good reason to be wary of Gabriel, especially considering his past betrayals, but he couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps Gabriel was genuine in his desire to change.

"I know it's hard to believe," he admitted reluctantly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But maybe people can change, given the chance."

"It's your decision, and I will respect whatever you choose to do," Charlie placed her hand on his shoulder. "But I won't help him in anything."

"Of course," he nodded.

Charlie smiled at the boy, and suddenly her thoughts drifted back to her conversation with Andy earlier that day. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the boy.

"Could you watch Judith for the rest of the day?"

"Sure," he nodded. "But, where are you going?"

"I have somewhere I need to be," Charlie explained.

"Is it safe? The place where you're going?" he asked.

She smiled and felt a wave of warmth spreading down her body, at the sign of affection. "Yes. Don't worry."

Charlie stood outside Andy's door, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to answer. The more she waited, the more she was unsure whether her decision to come was bad or good. After what felt like an eternity, the door finally creaked open, revealing Andy standing on the other side.

Andy's surprise was evident in the way his eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly as he registered Charlie's unexpected presence. He hadn't been expecting her to show up at his door.

"Hey."

"I..." he shook his head. "Didn't expect you to actually come."

"Should I go?"

"No!" he jumped. "I mean...No. Come in." Andy said, and he stepped aside to let her enter, his eyes never leaving her face as she crossed the threshold into his home.

Stepping inside Andy's house, she couldn't help but notice how empty it felt. The air seemed to hang heavy with silence, broken only by the soft creaking of floorboards beneath her feet. The walls were bare, devoid of any personal touches or decorations, giving the space an eerie sense of emptiness.

As she made her way further into the house, her eyes fell upon the scattered books strewn haphazardly across the floor.

"Sorry for the mess," he said sheepishly, his tone tinged with embarrassment. "We don't have many guests."

"We?" Charlie turned around to look at Andy, her curiosity piqued by his mention of "we." She noticed him rubbing his forehead, a gesture that seemed to betray a hint of discomfort or unease.

"I invited you here to introduce you to someone."

"Why this someone couldn't go out?" she raised her eyebrow.

Before Andy could respond, the door creaked open, and a man entered the room. He was tall and wiry, with a shaggy mane of dark hair and a weathered face that spoke of a life lived on the edge. His eyes held a glint of mischief, and there was a confident swagger to his step as he crossed the threshold.

"Charlie, meet Cass," Andy said, gesturing towards the newcomer. "He's a friend of mine. He basically created this place."

"I thought it was Reg?"

"Walls like this couldn't be raised by a one man," the man said. "Oh, and I don't like going out," he added, while squeezing her hand. "It's due to my condition."

"Condition?"

"Cass... he's been through a lot," he began slowly, his voice tinged with sadness. "After...the walls had been raised. It's a constant struggle for him, and sometimes it's hard for him to leave the safety of his home."

"Like we all, right?" Cass said. "And it took a tool on us all."

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked.

"Andy... he suffers from PTSD and anxiety," he explained softly, his eyes filled with empathy. "Insomnia. Eating disorder. He spends more time in the infirmary than here."

Charlie listened intently, her heart going out to Andy as she tried to imagine the daily battles he must face.

"What's up with you?" Cass asked, lowering glasses on his nose.

"There's nothing wrong with me," she said firmly, her voice tinged with certainty. In her mind, Charlie couldn't fathom the idea that she might have a mental condition. "I can assure you, I'm perfectly capable of handling myself."

"Then you're a medical miracle."

Charlie's anger simmered beneath the surface as she met Cass's cynical gaze. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, fueled by his dismissive demeanor. How dare he question her strength? How dare he doubt her abilities?

"I don't need your judgment," she snapped, her voice sharp with indignation. "I know myself better than anyone, and I don't appreciate you insinuating otherwise."

Cass held her gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable as he assessed her words. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected her to push back so forcefully.

"I wasn't trying to judge you," he said finally, his tone calm but tinged with a hint of frustration. "I was just trying to offer support."

"Support?" she shook her head and then looked at Andy. "What the hell is..."

"What?" Andy asked.

Her heart skipped a beat as she watched in horror as a group of shadowy figures descended upon Alexandria, their faces obscured by masks and their movements swift and savage. A wave of panic washed over her as she realized what was happening. Those people were attacking them.

Andy's panic attack struck with full force. His breaths came in shallow gasps, his chest tightening with each passing moment. Charlie's heart clenched with worry as she watched him struggle, the weight of his anxiety palpable in the air.

"Andy?"

"We need to hide. We need to hide," Cass started repeating it while walking around the room.

"Shouldn't we help him?"

"We need to hide."

"Andy, look at me," she urged gently, her voice a steady anchor in the storm of chaos surrounding them. "Focus on your breathing. Cass!"

Charlie's frustration boiled over as she watched him retreat further into his panic. With a steely resolve, she turned her attention back to Andy, determination burning in her eyes.

"You shouldn't have come," Andy said while shaking his head.

"What?"

"You should stay with a boy and a baby," he said. "Now, they're going to die. We're going to die."

The chaos outside, Andy's panic attack, and Cass's insistence on hiding all converged into a tumultuous storm of fear and uncertainty. Charlie felt a surge of panic rising within her own chest. Her breaths came in short gasps, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she struggled to maintain her composure. She couldn't shake the nagging fear that something might happen to them, that they might be caught in the crossfire of the chaos engulfing Alexandria.

Charlie made her way to the kitchen, her footsteps echoing in the empty house. Her heart raced with urgency as she scanned the area, searching for the one thing that could help her protect Maggie, Carl and Judith: kitchen knives.

"Where the hell are all of your knives?!"

"Long gone," Cass said. "Just in case..." he looked at Andy, who was on the floor. "We must hide."

"I must protect my kids!" Charlie screamed.

"Not this time I'm afraid," he answered. "I hope there will be another time."

Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her chest tightening with each inhale as if an invisible hand were squeezing the air from her lungs. The room spun around her, the walls closing in as if to suffocate her with their oppressive presence. Images of violence and bloodshed flashed before her eyes, each more terrifying than the last, as her panic spiraled out of control. She sank to her knees, the weight of her fear pressing down on her like a leaden weight. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to make sense of the chaos raging within her.

Then she felt a hit on the back of her head.

The air was thick with the musty scent of earth and concrete, and the walls were made of rough-hewn stone, giving the space the appearance of a bunker. Confusion washed over her as she struggled to piece together what had happened. The memories of her panic attack and the chaos outside flooded back to her in a jumbled rush, leaving her head spinning with disorientation.

Slowly, she pushed herself into a sitting position, her muscles protesting the movement after their ordeal. She glanced around the room, taking in her surroundings with wary eyes.

"You okay?" Andy asked.

He seemed strangely calm and composed, as if he were untouched by the chaos and confusion that surrounded them. As if he wasn't panicking not so long ago.

"I... I think so," she replied, her words coming out in a hoarse whisper. "Where're we?"

"It's...a special room, Cass created in case of situations like this," Andy said. Her attention turned to Cass, who sat in a corner of the room, his eyes fixed on some distant point in the distance.  "Don't worry about the kids. They're fine. The boy looks like a tough one."

"He is."

"Charlie," the boy said. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I just didn't want you to go through what I have been through."

"What happened?"

She couldn't help but notice a thoughtful expression flicker across his face, as if he were wrestling with some internal dilemma. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that she hadn't seen before, a hint of something hidden beneath the surface.

"I was studying in D.C. when everything broke down. I'm from California," he confessed. "I wanted to get back to my family. I had a younger brother and sister, but it was too crazy out there."

"Were you alone?"

"No...At the beginning, it was me and my roommate. A tough guy," he said. "Which meant nothing for the dead. I was watching him being torn apart and then I was alone for a moment. Until I found Denise and her brother, who...Then we found this place."

"And you never wanted to try to come back home?"

"That was a plan," Andy nodded. "But after seeing what happened to D.C and...everything, do you think there's any home left?"

She could sense the weight of his disappointment, the crushing realization that the world he once knew had been irrevocably changed by the horrors of the apocalypse.

"I'm sorry, Andy," she murmured.

"You feel sorry for me?" he chuckled. "I was out there for two months top. You and Rick, and all those people...You must have went through the hell and back."

"It was hard," she nodded. "Especially when the dead weren't the only one who wanted to kill us."

"You remember your first kill?"

"I do," Charlie nodded. "It was Lori, Carl's and Judith's mom."

Andy's expression became shocked but then softened, a look of sympathy crossing his features as he regarded her with understanding.

"She was giving birth to Judith, and it was either her dead or both of them."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop it," Charlie shook her head.

Charlie offered him a faint smile, grateful for his empathy in the face of her darkest memories.

"Charlie," Andy said. "Please, let us help you. Do this for those kids."

His words resonated with her, stirring up memories of the innocent faces of the children she had grown to care for. She couldn't continue to shoulder the burden alone, couldn't allow her pride and stubbornness to put those she cared about at risk. Nonetheless, she shook her head as if brushing away the thought.

With each step, Charlie pushed herself forward, her resolve growing stronger with every passing moment. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides, a sense of foreboding that refused to be ignored.

"Carl?" Charlie called out as she entered the house, her voice echoing through the empty rooms. She scanned the familiar surroundings, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. There was a sense of urgency in her voice, a need to find him quickly and ensure that he was safe.

Relief flooded through Charlie as Carl emerged from the shadows, Judith cradled safely in his arms. She hurried over to him, her heart pounding with gratitude and relief at the sight of them both unharmed. "Charlie?"

"Thank goodness you're okay," Charlie exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion as she reached out to take Judith into her own arms. Tears welled up in Charlie's eyes as she held Judith close, the weight of the day's events finally catching up to her. She buried her face in the little girl's soft hair, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs as she clung to her tightly.

"We're okay, Charlie," Carl said.

She nodded and sobbed, what echoed through the room as she wrapped her arms tightly around Carl, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace. Carl's arms tightened around her, pulling her closer.

"We're fine," he repeated, rubbing her back.

When the gates opened, Charlie's heart sank as she watched Michonne enter Alexandria alone, her usual stoic demeanor tinged with weariness and sorrow. could see the fatigue etched into her features, the weight of her solitary journey evident in the slump of her shoulders.

"Michonne," Charlie called out, her voice tinged with concern as she hurried over to greet her friend. "Are you okay? Where's the others?"

Michonne's expression was grave, a flicker of sadness passing through her eyes.

"Michonne," Charlie said in a firm voice. "Where's Glenn?  Where's Daryl?"

"I... I don't know. We got separated..."

Panic surged through Charlie like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm her fragile composure. Her chest tightened, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to make sense of the devastating news.

"No," she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear and disbelief. "They can't be... They have to be out there somewhere."

But even as she spoke the words, doubt gnawed at the edges of her mind, a cold, creeping fear that threatened to consume her.

"OPEN THE GATES!"

[bizarrebazaar13]

should probably list my oc/canon ships. we got

Vela/Furnace (more of a qpr thing going on but I think it fits the ask game)

Aria/Lilac

Aria/Lettice

Alexandria/Amelia (surprised Amelia isn’t an oc? me too honestly)

Alexandria/Manager

Amelia/Alexandria/Manager/King (no idea how this would really work tbh. I think if the individual relationships stand the test of time, we eventually end up here. but how exactly do we get here? who knows.)

Dexter/Veils

Dexter/Manager (less of a ship and more homoerotic hatred)

Elaina/Stones

Elaina/Veils

[justaguywhowritesstuff]

Hold on and stay safe ~Carl Grimes x OC~ pt 5

While grappling with the death of his brother in the Woodbury Vs Prison war. Gavin has to learn to live his new life with the people who killed his only living family member. Even once Gavin starts to feel like he was creating a home at the prison things go awry and he's forced to flee on foot while trying to keep a promise he made before it all went to hell. As Gavin wanders the woods and fields alone, he finds his way to a new safe haven, Alexandria. Where he is taken in and cared for, and while those around him try to tell him otherwise Gavin still holds on to hope that his group is still out there. That Carl is still out there.

I do not own any of the characters or plot points that are not my own creations, all credit for those goes to the owners and writers of The Walking Dead.

The story will also have Carl and all others around his age (ie. Enid and Ron) will be aged up slightly so that by the end all "kids" will be 18-19 years old.

Full story on Wattpad

My eyes snap open hearing a loud boom and feeling the prison shake. I fall out of bed and scramble to my feet. "Damn it, the one day I take a nap," I mutter under my breath, grabbing my knife and slipping on my boots with ease from how worn they were. I run out to the main part of the cell block. I see everyone running outside to see what happened. I quickly follow the crowd of people out only to see...the governor? He stood atop a tank, in front of a group of cars and trucks, everyone in sight had a gun of some kind. My eyes search the crowd inside the prison fence for Carl and the others. I see them all together standing by the fence. I ran up next to the group, clutching my fist, trying to keep my hand from shaking. Carl looks over and places his hand over my fist, trying to help calm my nerves. I look over at him, feeling the panic well up in my chest. I look over to see Glenn and Maggie standing together and reach out taking Glenn's hand as well. He looks over at me and squeezes my hand tightly, looking back to the Governor. I follow his eye line, back to the governor's army, I watch in horror as someone drags Hershal out, forcing him to his knees. My heart drops to my stomach like a stone and I instinctively take hold of Carl's hand, watching as Michonne was dragged out as well. My breaths become uneven as we all stand in waiting, watching Rick walk out to the main field. The others in the group began to split off, Glenn letting go of my hand only leaving mine in Carls. The group disperses to man different stations for when things inevitably get ugly. I look over to Carl, his eyes glued on his father. I squeeze his hand once to let him know I'm here. Carl pried his eyes away from his dad for a moment to look at me. I try to give a comforting smile, though not so deep down that I know how this will end. Carl squeezes my hand twice tightly, the silence heavy between us. After a moment I finally speak. "Go stand guard I'll try and round up all the kids and older folks okay? It's gonna be alright." I say, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I turn to walk away but feel Carl grip my hand tighter. "Gavin..." I look back at him, once more trying to keep my voice from stuttering. "What...?" I ask, squeezing his hand once more. "Stay safe..." Carl said, squeezing my hand twice once more before grabbing a pistol from his back and handing it to me. I hesitated for a moment before carefully taking the gun and turning the safety off. "You too..." I say before pulling away, going to round up as many people as I could. As I run back into the cell block I feel a pit sinking deeper and deeper into my stomach. I tried my best to ignore it as I went around, telling all the kids to grab their things and make their way to the bus. I quickly run to my room grabbing a dirty backpack from underneath my bed. In it were a few supplies I had kept in case something happened. In it, I had a few tins of food, two or three matches, and some string. I know I should have given everything I had when we moved over to the prison but I had this even back in Woodbury, It was Josh's idea. As I stood up I quickly grabbed a few other things from my room, nonessential like the book I was reading, a few pens, a notebook Glenn had found for me, and a change of clothes. After that I grabbed the few sentimental I had left, my brother's necklace we had taken off his body when we found him, a broken crossbow bolt given to me by Daryl after I broke it shooting the wall instead of a target, and Patrick's glasses, which were now cracked and had one lens popped out. I wrapped the glasses in a pair of socks and ran out of my cell. A few of the adults were doing a sweep of the prison to find out where all the kids were. They told me not to tell any other kids and to go outside and wait by the bus and that they would handle everything. I nodded and quickly made my way out the back of the cell heading to the bus, clutching the strap of my backpack tightly.

[21-soul]

Welcome to my Mansion

Jinx Macabre (c) my OC

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[milariskanavasi]

masterlist;

Haze & Hellfire - Eddie Munson x female oc

Summary: March 1986. Eight months after the Starcourt Mall burned down, the town of Hawkins is back on its feet. The smart, expressive leader of the D&D Hellfire Club, Eddie Munson, is determined that ‘86 will be his year, the year he finally graduates from Hawkins High and finally, maybe pluck up the courage to ask the most stone cold girl in Indiana, Dallas Haze, out. Meanwhile, Dallas Haze lives her life to the fullest by enduring the last three months of high school in the company of her cousin Chrissy, looking forward to her 18th birthday as well as planning a wicked road trip after graduation with her band, Dallas and The Velvet Haze, on the road to fame. Plus it wouldn’t be too bad if someone asked her to prom. When Eddie’s and Dallas’ paths cross in the most unexpected way, neither of them knows what lurks beneath Hawkins or what the future has planned for them.

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] chapters (active)

Link to ao3

Jersey on my mind - Daryl Dixon x female oc

Summary: When Daryl Dixon suddenly finds himself running back to Alexandria with a dying woman in his arms, he doesn’t know his reality is about to take a drastic turn. Who is this feisty, young lady who just saved his life, dying in his arms? Life has never been easy on Mila Sergeyevna. There's enough trauma in her backpack to last a lifetime and would made anyone else crack. Well, Mila isn't just anyone. When the whole world is about to perish, just as life finally seems to be getting better for her, it’s survival mode ‘on’. This time it’s permanent. As the walking dead roams the earth, Mila has to embrace her past demons and prove once and for all that she can do anything, whether it’s raising a disabled toddler on her own in the middle of an apocalypse or killing her fiancé, to save the both of them. When Mila stumbles upon, and saves a sulky, ungrateful archer from a trap, it’s more than ever a question of survival. It will change her entire life.

52 parts (active) [separate index] Link to ao3

[the-whispers-of-death]

alexandria shows up, scolds butcher to the nth circle of hell and back, fixes the """mess""" that are stone's bandaging (aka she just wants to see the damage for herself) and is dumping a bag of medicine and creams and whatnot with a list of strict times and doses for everything and anything, and shes basically threatening stone and butcher to keep to it, because if she sees the scars are improperly healed, butcher wont be the only one who gets his ass whooped by an angry and worried mom. yet that very much is a threat

something something the switch in her the second sammy and mārīte peek out from their rooms to see what the noise is about. butcher might as well be dead to her in that moment, because shes been looking forward to meeting her "grandkids". shes like a nice smiley granny all of a sudden ((while probably sending glares back at stone (and maybe butcher if he gets unlucky))) wanting to know if theyre eating properly

at least when she leaves, butcher finally takes the advice of a medic and just goes back to napping. i wanna say he sleeps sooooo much when injured. his body just feels tired, even if the aching is minimal

Stone: So this is what a loving mom is like. Okay.

He'll look after Butcher, don't worry, Alexandria. He won't let you down.

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

it's probably mostly because the way it's written in fo2 is so goddamn bad (just. so bad.) so i can toss most of that out and do my own thing. and also because a lot of my ocs live there (like the entire Miller clan). and even the established characters have very little written for them so they're also basically my ocs.

putting some misc worldbuilding thoughts under the cut

mentioned elsewhere, Arroyo is big on tattoos, which indicate family ties, momentous events/accomplishments, and a person's role in the town. Hakunin's skeletal tattoos are the standard markings for doctors.

the people of Arroyo keep very close track of family lines, and most members can trace themselves back to specific people who left the vault - leading to people identifying themselves by that specific lineage (most obvious with the Miller Kin, but there's also for example Stone Kin, Cole Kin, etc.).

exile is the main Big punishment; Kaga was very nearly executed, but Alexandria managed to talk their mother down from that on the grounds that it would set a bad precedent.

Arroyo is closely allied with the talking deathclaws and it's not uncommon to see them in town.

there's a group called the Wolf Scouts that consists of motorcycle and horseback riders who scout out locations and groups, scavenge useful materials, and act as long-distance diplomats and traders. there are a few skills that they are required to have (survival, motorcycle repair or horse care, etc.), and then a scout will usually specialize into a few others as well (ex. diplomacy).

the village is currently run by a council consisting of the leaders of different important roles (there's a head doctor, a head trader, a head farmer, etc.) but it is also low-key a monarchy, as the Miller line has been in charge for pretty much the entirety of Arroyo's existence. Alexandria's twin daughters Daisy and Joy currently lead the council (Alexandria retires some time in the 2280s).

there are so many goddamn dogs in Arroyo. they have their own unique breed of herding dog they've developed, descended in part from Dogmeat.

very community-oriented child-rearing. the parents have a bigger say than other people, but everyone (especially relatives) is expected to pitch in.

extremely chill about gender and sexuality. to the point that Alexandria was kinda startled that people in other places would even care about her being trans.

has a very strong storytelling tradition.

high value on hospitality - you don't abandon people, even if they're a stranger. to accept someone in who later betrays you is regrettable, to abandon someone who later dies because of it is a hugely dishonorable thing. this comes from the same line of thought that makes exile such a huge punishment - it means you've been marked as less deserving of care than a total stranger.

slightly higher rates of psykers than the rest of the wasteland. this is due to a mix of naturally occurring psykers (ex. Hakunin), familial lines (most Millers have very strong manifestations of Animal Friend, which is a psyker thing in their case), adventurous individuals getting a high FEV exposure and later developing abilities (or dying), and Arroyo in general being very accepting of people considered 'outcasts' in other places.

girl help why do i think about Arroyo so goddamn much

[marrowwife]

Happy STS! 🥳💕 Question of the week is: An OC of your choice (or multiple OCs) empties their pockets and/or bag. What are they carrying? - Mae (@touchingmadness)

Thanks for asking! I'll try to do one oc from each...

- THE ALEXANDRIA SOCIETY -

Ridley opens her bag (a sturdy brown leather satchel) and the first thing you notice is that it smells very strongly of antique bookstore. She begins to carefully empty it's contents onto the desk in front of her, a well-loved leather-bound notebook, several black ink pens, an old copy of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, and curiously, a number of leather scroll cases with a stylised letter A embossed on each lid.

- DAWNLESS -

Willim turns out his inner pockets with a guilty smile. From the steady pile of supplies that begin to pile onto the snow before him, it is clear he was preparing for a hunt. Snares, a large hunting knife with a bone handle and a pristine leather scabbard, two carved dog whistles, wax wrappings that surely contain dried meats and winterberries, a full water skin, tinderbox and spare bowstrings. Reluctantly, Willim also reveals a small pouch of precious herbs used to ease pain.

- THE GABRIEL RATCHET -

Dot tumbles through the kitchen access to the courtyard, her skirts hiked up to carry something nestled in the basket she has made out of them. Carefully she sets the whole thing down on the kitchen counter, uncaring of her bared leggings. A large straw nest dirties the fine pattern of her clothing, six tiny eggs, fragile blue speckled things, peer up from the straw. As her sisters gather around to coo at her find, she slips a daisy into the hand of her twin, her brother, that had been hidden in her skirt pocket. Lord Farrier has had all flowers purged from the estate grounds since Dot and Edwin were eight years old. Either she found one before it could be excavated or she went beyond the estate. She does not specify.

- HOWL -

Robbie turns out his pockets in frustration, hunting for his perpetually elusive keys. Several items fall from his hoodie pockets to the soft landing of his bed, crumpled reciepts, many foil wrapped sticks of watermelon flavoured chewing gum, stones that he picked up on his way back from work and thought were cool looking, a tangled knot that was once earphones and his keys, attached to a keyring in the shape of a small vinyl record of Fleetwood Mac's Rumours. He does not notice them in the mess.

- PARABLE OF THE HOUND -

Flea has only three things in her pockets; a small notebook with many years of scrawled words in a bastardised latin language no mundane would recognise, a pin pulled from the lapel of her jacket as she has donned her mundane clothing, the pin is a silvered depiction of an outstretched hand with an eye on the palm. Lastly, Flea carries with her always a silver ring inlaid with a small ruby. It was her mother's.

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

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#“grumpy emotionally constipated feral kitten will never admit that she loves the way her archnemesis is in love with and devoted to her”

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ubisoft really went for the heart, with that freaking papyrus and the Library of Alexandria, eh?

Swear to the Gods, if I wanted to keep Alexios and Kassandra safe and sound before, now Imma hid them away, snug in a blanket, where nothing will ever hurt them.

Not even the passing of time.

Because dear Gods, all I can imagine now is Alexios taking care of Barnabas in his final years, because Barnabas is just SO FREAKING STUBBORN and would follow him on the Adrestia even if he is too weak and weary to actually travel.

Or I can imagine Kassandra coming back to Greece, years after wandering around, and not recognizing the places she lived the majority of her mortal life. Like, the place is familiar, yet not the same. As if she were a tree whose roots had been cut off, and no matter how much she tries to reconnect to the places of her birth, they are not the same any longer.

They are just landscapes where only the ghosts of her memories live on.

And oh my heart, that made me so incredibly sad.

I am sorry, I will be busy crying my eyes out for the next few hours or so.

If you will excuse me.

63 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#4

My Gods, the Unity Cinematic Trailers is still SO FREAKING AWESOME after all these years.

Like, the choice of the song along with how the whole scene develop, the choice of having the Baguette Bois, in the end, standing over the parapet and overlooking Paris.

SO FUCKING BADASS.

SO FUCKING AWESOME.

I cannot even start to say HOW MUCH this trailer fires me up, both in the good sense and in the worst sense.

Like, I get all excited by this story they are telling me in this trailer, about the characters and whatnot.

AND THEN I GET ALL ANGERED BECAUSE THEY GAVE ME *NOTHING* OF IT.

THEY DIDN'T DELIVER ME ONE CRUMBLE OF WHAT THEY WERE PROMISING ME.

NOT EVEN THE BAGUETTES IN COOP MODE.

Like, I know I will probably be lynched for this, but I will say it anyway, because it's just an opinion, and have the right to express it.

I would have preferred LESS Arno/Elise content and MORE Baguette Bois content, because I do believe, in my heart of hearts, that we would have been able to see Arno for how Arno was, and not for how Arno was with Elise. (Much like we got to see more of his personality for how it was in the DLC, but again, this is still my opinion, take it as you want it).

THE POINT IS.

WE WERE ROBBED OF BAGUETTE BOIS CONTENT, AND I WILL NEVER GET OVER IT.

-Nemo

79 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

#3

Almost Kiss

So with the fire still burning bright I wanna gaze into your light If I could see my fortune there You know how flames can hypnotize Do I even dare to speak out your name for fear It sounds like Like a lover

"Cradled in Love" - Poets of the Fall

SO.

I was so enamoured with the ask I got this morning by @miss--river, I was literally held hostage by my own brain all day, I HAD TO draw something sweet with Jacob and Dottie being, well...UTTERLY in love with each other (plus, I recently got new brushes for CSP that I was DYING to try, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone).

So here you have the results of me sketching on this warm-up sketch like a maniac. It took me only an hour, so please, be lenient with me in regards to the whole chaotic essence of it all. I went following my emotions and the love for them, rather than focusing on the details and the cleanliness of it all (because if I did, it would have taken me at least a whole day, and I don't have the time for that).

Let me tell you, these two have me in a chokehold, and they don't have any intention of letting me go!!

I just love them and their love, and it makes me SO IMMENSELY happy to portray them being so utterly in love with one another.

Also, I realized, this is the first time I drew an almost kiss for them, and it was ABOUT TIME (I need to draw them kissing fully tho. That needs to be done).

Well, I hope you will like this! <3

--Nemo

95 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#2

I Don't know if this has been done already, but after playing with AC Origins in the last few days, and after rewatching The Mummy, I FIRMLY believe that Ardeth Bay descends from Bayek of Siwa.

Like.

It's a fact.

This gorgeous, brave, kind man,

descends from this gorgeous, brave, kind man

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99 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Word Counts: 5036

Warnings: None

SFW, Fluff

Pairing: JacobxDottie

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117 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

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